It all started in the summer of 1960. My home was central London just a few minutes walk from the West End. I was a townie right through. My mother told me we were all going for a picnic in the country and taking a long time friend of the family.

That was fine by me after all some nice goodies to eat and after all it was only for a day. A few days later the car was duly loaded and we set off to the country. I saw KHS for the first time, as it transpired this long time friend had her sons at the school. We were soon off the hill and found a nice spot to picnic in the sun. A massive spread of goodies and treats and fizzy drinks that seldom if ever adorned our table at home was duly laid out on the blanket. Woof and it had gone. I was stunned if it was edible it had gone in a flash of a moment. At the time I thought little of it, but I should have recognised the warning signs..

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